While sunshine makes lives less unkind
Statistics keep us in tight bind
We hang on, pending change of heart
Pent-up; when can “new-normal” start?
Let’s face it, we need human touch
Without it, life ain’t up to much!
Young and old and lovers pine,
But hugs are still way out of line!
Culture in all forms collapsed;
When will restrictions be relaxed?
While Nature, quite COVID-immune,
Awakens to its springtime tune.
A hooting owl in nearby branches
My brief woodland walk enhances
We tilt, just slightly, nearer sun …
Is winter’s sadness on the run?
It’s subtle, but with careful eyes
Each day affords a new surprise
Wee green shoots peep from window box
Soon time to advance our clocks?
We hold back from a springboard leap
Make lists of those we wish to meet
For coffee in a local bar …
But this is still a dream too far!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
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